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My First Drink on (Alcohol Free) Vacation
We arrive in Cabo.
We walk off the plane, down the steps, into the Mexican earth.
The kids and I feel like we are getting off of Air Force One and wave to the mountains, as if it they are our adoring audience.
The process of getting into another country is stressful, even as a visitor.
There’s forms to fill out and never enough pens.
There’s too many germs.
There’s confusing repeat questions.
The airport is full of tired travelers, crying babies, and not enough air flow.
My main goal in these situations is to exercise my strong project management skills.
Most strangers aren’t getting with my program and have not received my mental memo.
This arrival feels a bit more intense because of COVID.
I had more than usual big emotions, because I recently finished a book called, American Dirt. American Dirt is a story about a Mexican woman who had to leave behind her life and escape as an undocumented immigrant into the US. (highly recommend)
Anywho…I was feeling twitchy, tense, uptight, and protective.
